Only his eyes remained the same — vertical pupils against blue irises, a testament to the wisdom and strength he’d accumulated over the centuries.
The blizzard raged around them, and yet Hadjar felt as if it were an obedient dog, ready to respond to any command from this ancient monster. It was as if the blizzard was subservient not only to his pure will, but also to a deep reverence toward the power of bygone ages.
The warrior in the icy armor fixed his gaze on the General, and Hadjar felt the full weight of the dragon’s ancient regard, which not only examined his physical and energy body, but also plumbed the depths of his soul.
Still, Hadjar stood motionless, not even daring to draw his sword from the snow. The dragon, in turn, gave a brief nod, swung his monstrous blade, and plun
